Talia Keinan, Leave the little light on when I'm coming back home at night


Opening 14th April 2011 ore 6.30 pm
15th April 2011 – 25th June 2011
Curated byi Gabi Scardi

Galleria Riccardo Crespi presentsthe first solo exhibition in Italy by the Israeli artist Talia Keinan.

The title, Leave the Little Light on When I’m Coming Back Home at Night (a short song written by the artist), conjures up with levity the entry into an imaginary world of a magical and evocative nature.

The exhibition is laid out as an organic flow through the three levels of the gallery. All the senses are stirred by it: in the first place that of sight, which is encouraged to linger on the enigmatic drawings and collages on the first floor (made of several materials: oil, sand, graphite, indian ink, chalk). Keinan’s graphic line gushes spontaneously from some corner of the sheet of paper without knowing where it is going to end up, rising from the depths, without any planning. The boundary between reality and illusion is concealed between the simplicity of the subjects represented (little birds that make up the anamorphosis of the corolla of a flower, a reclining female figure that doubles as the beat of butterfly wings) and the evocation of an extra-ordinary, mysterious world. A sculpture cum record player, The Black River (2010), plays a dark music as the water flows, lightened only by the presence of a feather.

The mezzanine and the lower floor immerse the visitor in a fantastic environment that makes light, or its absence, its material of choice. A mountain forms a black silhouette against a saturated background on the wall. Every reflection is swallowed up, but on the top something unexpected happens, as if it were a natural stage on which fragments of video are able to compose themselves into an anti-narrative sequence that envelops the viewer in its revelation, in an experience of divine iconography.

Light is the ingredient called on to animate the ‘other’ space created by the artist in a continual trespassing into the territory of drawing; light that is capable of transfiguring reality and creating an almost tactile embarrassment in whoever draws near. It emanates from above, from the bottom of a cardboard box, or even emerges at the height of a twig drawn on the wall with the intention of setting it ablaze.

Keinan’s work can be seen as a modern mythology that requires us to give up our analytical view of things and allow ourselves to be astonished and persuaded by the magic of what surrounds us.